busy busy bee

Sometimes I get too busy living to write about life. Oh well. The lovely weather has been, well, lovely. I think the fact that for most of six years and then a solid four more of my life I wore skirts every day to school has become embedded in who I am because I love wearing skirts. I wish I could wear them all year long. Lots of times, I feel more comfortable in them than in jeans. Weird? Yes. Last night I got nine hours of sleep which is practically unheard of for a weeknight during school but hey, I'm just going to embrace it. Pretty sure I have the coolest guardian angel ever or something to that affect because last night I set my alarm for 8:27pm instead of 8:27am as I had intended but this morning I woke up from my sleep of the dead and sat bolt upright at (dun dun dun) exactly 8:27. At this point you may either be thinking "Wow, that is so cool, someone really must be watching out for her!" or "Why in the world did she purposely set her alarm for 8:27 and not something normal like 8:30?" Well, first of all, I am not normal. Secondly, I have a thing about not setting my alarm to go off at one of the traditional alarm increments of time like _:30, or :45 for example. Why is this? No clue. Maybe its genetic and I have no control over it the way that I prefer to sit down to eat facing the door just like my father, a fact I recently discovered when we ate breakfast at the St. Clair Broiler...mmm. breakfast food. Anyway, we went to sit down and stood there bickering about who got to sit on the side of the booth that faced the door. I thought it was going to be a stalemate until I remembered he was the one with the money so I sat on the other side to keep him happy. I mean, I love him so much that I was willing to sacrifice and...yea. no.
off to struggle through staying awake for Dr. Briel's class! I usually manage pretty well....better than all the seminarians combined, I'd say. Oh seminarians...
Hasta
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